The Rise of the Cemetery

The world of wizards, north of Iron Forest City.

In the desolate jungle mountain road, teams of refugees in shabby gait are trekking with difficulty.

Among them, there are many wealthy businessmen and dignitaries who used to be arrogant, but at this moment, they have all become members of the fleeing people who have nothing. Not only did his previous dignified status not help him, but he became the object of disgust from everyone.

There are thousands of miles of displacement along the way, and no village or town dares to take them in. Even the big cities sent out heavily armed guards to drive them away from the land. Even bags of gold coins or prestigious titles could not impress these hard-hearted law enforcement officers, who were left to cry and cry in the wilderness outside the city.

Those aristocratic and wealthy merchants still fled with their families at the beginning, and they had long and long convoys, but the carriages full of gold, silver, jewelry, famous paintings and antiques did not bring enough food. I thought that I would be blessed when I arrived in a big city, but unfortunately, the horror of this plague has already spread to various places through various channels.

It is said that a small city in the north closest to Keslinburg took in refugees, and the plague spread overnight. Most of the people in the city were killed or injured, and the rest were scared out of their wits and fled to the wilderness, never daring to turn back.

With such a bad precedent, all the cities from Fenglin Town to Keslinburg, and then to the south, were so frightened that they closed their doors and locked their doors, and never dared to let anyone enter the city anymore. Some of the more extreme city lords even ordered that no grass or tree outside should be brought into the city. The archers and crossbowmen they hired stood all over the city walls, patrolling day and night, shooting and killing all the birds that wanted to fly into the city.

Under such circumstances, the fleeing people who did not receive any supplies along the way could only struggle all the way south, and the situation in the team became more and more difficult.

At the beginning, there were dozens of horse-drawn carts and ox carts in the team. It's a pity that these livestock were slaughtered before halfway, and disappeared into the stomachs of many hungry people. This made the second half of the journey even more difficult, and even those noble wives and daughters who usually do not touch the soil had no choice but to walk on the ground.

This huge group of refugees gathered from various rural towns in the north, including farmers, vagabonds, wealthy businessmen, showgirls, little nobles, villains, militia soldiers and other people from all walks of life. It's not that they don't want to go their separate ways, but leaving the tall and strong walls and warm wooden houses, there are countless dangers scattered in the countryside and wilderness. Jackals, wild dogs, poisonous snakes, goblins, kobolds...

These lame guys who can usually be scared away with a wooden stick, now appear to be more brutal and tyrannical than ever, constantly attacking the refugee camp at night. Every day, refugees are rapidly attrition due to various reasons.

There are fierce and terrifying monsters outside, but the refugees are not united and peaceful inside.

At some point, various creepy gossips began to spread among the refugees. During the day, in order to snatch a field of wild vegetables that can be eaten, several people can be killed. Every night, there are always some hungry people wandering around, their red eyes constantly scanning those children and immature girls.

And Saila was just wrapped in a tattered and thin blanket, barefoot, walking in the team at a loss, walking and stopping with everyone, not knowing where she should go.

Whenever night came, she would secretly find a remote dark corner and curl up there motionless. She won't wake up from the long absence until the sun shines on her again the next day.

Although she hadn't eaten or drank anything for nearly ten days, Saila didn't feel any hunger or thirst. From time to time, there would be an inexplicable warmth and a sense of fullness in her body, so she didn't have to worry about starving to death at all. But from the depths of her soul, she hated such feelings, and even hated them deeply. Because every warm current rushes through, it means that a life in the distance is swallowed up.

She knew that there were hundreds of terrifying plague monsters chasing her and calling for her more than a dozen miles behind her, but she didn't want to respond to them. She was just instinctively chasing after the slightest touch of soul, wanting to find the hateful guy who created herself, and die with him.

Sierra is contradictory!

She knew she was a monster, a monster with the appearance of a skinny human girl. It is precisely because of my own existence that the group of people who used to live happily around me have become refugees with their families ruined. As long as they are with themselves, they will not be able to escape the fate of exploding into black plague poisonous bacteria sooner or later.

But she just couldn't leave.

She hated herself, and hated it all. But when she plucked up the courage to end her life with a dagger again and again, it didn't take long for her to wake up suddenly, and then found that there was no injury on her body, as if everything that happened just now was just a nightmare that never really existed Pass. And the part of her soul that belonged to the human girl became more and more broken and confused, and the soul of the Plague Daughter gradually began to dominate her body and mind.

At the beginning of the trip, there was a kind aunt with a 5-year-old son who would sneak some food for Sara. But as the days passed, the aunt's son disappeared, so the aunt went crazy, looking for him every day in the team. Finally, one night, she also disappeared.

Sierra became more silent every day.

Wrapped in the blanket that was too tattered to cover her body, she sealed her heart in a void of darkness, and followed the people silently. Only by looking at them, hearing them, and smelling them, could she feel that she was still alive, and not a horrible swarm in the skin of a human maiden.

It's a pity that the ugliness of human beings is beyond a girl's imagination. When the targets that could be easily obtained were all swept away, the "demons" hiding among the refugees finally set their sights on Saila.

After a long day of trekking, the sparse fleeing team finally stopped near a sparse forest.

Taking advantage of the last ray of sunshine, some families with their wives and children found a leeward site and began to clean up the night camping feebly.

The food that can satisfy their hunger has long been eaten up, and the men who can barely move can only go to the woods to find food together. Hungry women and children with green eyes struggled to pick up some dry firewood to boil water, threw all the moss mushrooms picked from the surroundings into it, and then sat around the fire and waited quietly for the men to bring back some energy. Things to eat.

Alone, the dry and thin but extremely clean and fair Saila became the very eye-catching object. Everyone sat there dumbfounded, staring at her blankly, their miserable green eyes were creepy in the gradually darkening night.

Saila stood up silently, and walked into the silent jungle alone.

At the edge of the refugee camp, several obscene and evasive figures also sneaked out of the camp.

In a forest clearing, Sera was stopped by the guards of several wealthy merchants.

"Little girl, where are you going?" A thin and wretched man with his hands spread apart, approached the girl step by step. Several companions also carried short knives and daggers, and followed closely behind with a sneer.

Saila stood dumbfounded, silently looking at these ugly guys, without saying a word.

Suddenly there was the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him, and a large group of refugees rushed over carrying branches and sticks, standing vaguely in the shadow of the sparse forest, and it was hard to tell how many people there were.

"Damn it, Hua En, you bastard, don't meddle in your own business! This girl doesn't belong to your family, it's not your turn to come here to pretend to be a good person!" The pointed thin man immediately jumped up and shouted.

Standing out of the shadows in the forest was a strong man with a haggard face, and it could be seen that he had a large skeleton. Since he led everyone to look for wild vegetables and catch gophers during this period of time, more companions survived, so he has a high prestige, and he has vaguely become the leader of the refugee camp.

"You do it, we want most of our bodies!" The deep voice from the shadows was like a devil whispering, with a tremor that confused people's hearts.

"You..." The skinny man didn't expect to get such an answer. He was stunned for a long time before remembering to jump up and shout: "You bastards, you only take the benefits and don't get bloody, right? Why do I do the wicked, you guys But pretending to be a good person there?"

"Are you going to do it?" Obviously, the man named Hua En was also a little annoyed, and his tone became more and more rigid.

"Dry!"

The thin man's yelling and scolding just now were just pointless venting, how could the prey in his hands escape. However, he was hacked halfway and robbed most of the spoils, which undoubtedly made him even more resentful.

Pulling out a blood-stained dagger from his waist, the thin man pushed forward step by step again with an ugly grin: "Little girl, you know your situation now! Scream, scream as much as you want!" ...Without the accompaniment of that beautiful voice, I really can't bear to peel off your delicate skin!"

He has already made up his mind that he must slowly concoct this little girl in a while, slowly peel off her skin, and let those hypocrites also see the real evil.

But what surprised him was that the poor girl who was besieged in the middle didn't have any expression of fear and panic, instead there was a kind of seductive and sinking sadness on her delicate and fair face.

The crescent moon hanging high in the sky is uncertain under the cover of clouds, and it seems that I can't bear to see the next human tragedy.

As he got closer and could smell his breath, the thin and pointed man saw the girl's eyes for the first time.

He froze suddenly!

As for what he saw in the pupils of the plague girl Saila, no one knew. But under the bright or dark eyes of hundreds of people, the girl stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, held the thin man's motionless face and kissed him lightly.

Whistles sounded in the jungle, but immediately the impetuous crowd was overwhelmed by the strange atmosphere that suddenly filled the arena.

A strange beeping sound suddenly came from the thin man.

The thin man seemed to wake up from a deep nightmare at this moment, and suddenly let out a terrible scream at the top of his lungs. He retreated slowly step by step, but as his body moved, some gray and black strange things kept falling from his clothes. His body was visibly shriveled and shriveled.

"Meat... His meat is falling..." Some sharp-eyed guy yelled, and everyone was terrified.

Only took four or five steps back, and the flesh on the thin man's body was almost peeled off. In the end, even Bai Shengsheng's bones were silently torn apart and scattered all over the place, leaving only a phantom figure still screaming in place.

The Kiss of the Ghost, which separates the soul of the infected person from the body or disintegrates the body to evolve the soul into a ghost.

Saila raised her face, and she could no longer see the confusion and suffering before, but only endless sadness and anger in her eyes. When she raised her arms and let out a sharp roar, there was a deep and hoarse response from the distant forest.

Her subordinates are here.